Here is the challenge for this post. Write an image poem that is based on something you have in your garage. Make sure the poem is less than 7 lines and includes a metaphor. The best submitted poem will get 10 extra credit points for the poetry workshop.
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Bicycle
Head held high for everyone to see
Faster than a pair of legs, yet slower than
the metallic monster.
Big wheels turning, a servent to a king
Shiny as the light reflecting of a summer lake
Until the rust sets in, and the luster goes away
And it is put away
Until next spring
The Scene
Yellow Tape stretched to a circle
Tears of many fall as crystals
on the cold winter night
just spatters of blood remain
Broom
Sweeping the vicinities clear
the broom.
Like a herding dog clearing sheep,
only with dirt.
When filth builds up into a mountain
and somebody walks into it,
they would like nothing more
than a broom.
(This was originally 7 lines, but due to the lack of room in the blog box, it appears to be 8 lines.)
Kayak
Yellow, racing yellow,
no longer racing.
Hung up on the wall
Wrong side up as can be.
awaiting the sun
to race once again.
(I'm not sure why our kayak is hanging upside down in our garage...:/ but it is...)
Tricycle
years and years of so much fun,
blown away.
was once a huge deal,
now just old memories.
if the little red piece of metal with small white wheels had a heart,
right now it would be shattered.
Hmmmm I forgot a metaphor! Scratch that!
Kayak
yellow, racing yellow
a bird ready for flight
hung up on the wall
wrong side up as can be
awaiting the sun
to race once again.
Sled
a hard blue plastic sled
sits in my dusty garage
discarded in an unseen corner covered by shadows
it's view obstructed by the clutter scattered
in my garage
which is a result of an earthquake
but it still waits for winter to come again
Leaf blower
every autum you arrive
and happily do the job of sprusing up the lawn
blowing every leaf away
using your lungs filled with gasoline
roaring and huffing but finnishing stronge
no leaves in sight
and you go back to your home in my garage
recieve no reward, just a great looking lawn
Car
Smooth and flawless
it resides in silence,
waiting for the key
that unleashes the wild
great iron steed.
The contest is over as of 10:00 PM Sunday.
Garbage cans
Red and blue
Always filled
Always smells of rotten god knows what
Always waiting a vacant obsever of daily life
It is the garbage can
i vote for rachel
i guess this contest is over but i thought i would give the image poem a try.
Wagon
Years ago it was a carriage
fit for a prince and princess
Last summer it was a space ship
to help us reach the stars
On sunday it was a horse
with wheels galloping over rocks
And tomorrow I'll find my wagon again.
i agree with julia, im going to try it.
The Harley
Cobalt blue, roaring intimidation
when the screaming eagle rumbles.
waiting like his nobel steed
obeying his every order.
it warns with danger,
yet when ridden, its a relaxer.
i really like your poem tatum! the second stanza i think really gives me an image. I picture it as a horse but then the comparison of the harley is great! I love the first line but after when you say.. "when the screaming eagle rumbles" what exactly do you mean by screaming eagle? just wondering.
Too late for extra credit, here's my poem:
Frisbee
I was your personal airplane,
I was your copilot
All you needed was me and you could think up a world that made me believe I'd seen it all
Fetch with your new puppy wasn't too much fun, sharp teeth poking holes in my plastic, but I was willing to do that for you.
Then, when you turned thirteen, and you wanted to see how far you could throw, I got trapped in the tall oak that used to be our hanger.
You left me there for who knows how long.
The wind ripped me from that tree, and I sailed back to the garage, thought you'd be thrilled to see me,
But by the time I got home, you'd turned fifteen, no need for a toy as useless as me,
Now I sit in the garage, dust and cobwebs matted around me, suffocation much more humane than what you've done to me.
You've grown up.
and too long...oh well.
Too late but oh well!
Sunglasses
Protector of eyes against the summer blaze,
Full of dust,
A forgotten warrior,
Now hidden
Cracked,
Scratched,
Under an unsturdy wooden shelf,
Useless.
One line too long darn... haha
The plaid hammock with the steel bones
Hangs high above the cracked stone,
When our flourishing home drifts closest to the blaze,
We take it down for long sandy days.
It's limbs scratched by rolling stones,
Yet still used by the ones who own.
thanks julia! and i guess thats what the engine is called.
mr. horvath can you please post the winner of the contest. I knwo i won but it would be nice to see it in print
ok, I know this might be a little late, but here goes:
In th corner, rusted tools lay unused.
Worn out
broken.
In the middle, two brand new cars sit
streaked with dirt and grit.
The sleds and snow boots scattered around,
the bikes leaning against each other.
The batketballs hanging on the wall
of this emporium of fun.
Thanks!
this is kinda late but here goes nothin.....
skateboard
leaned in the corner,
blue, red black and gold,
freedom under feet
passage to fun
time occupying
ever chalenging
until you hit the ground.
Keep forgetting to post the winner. Congrats I'm Joe King for your poem "Sled". Really like the visuals in that one!!!
Little late but ill try anything once..
Shovel
It scoops out the unwanted
and puts in what is needed.
It's a giant hand
and picks up what it can.
Bucket
It holds all of your tools,
Or sits and be unused.
It can help you carry a heavy load,
Or dump itself on the floor.
Lawnmower
A killer by fate,
Not a choice of its own.
Like a small lifeless puppet,
Controlled by the fingers of a different soul.
The Glove
ripped
torn
from thousands of hours of use
fingers visible
stitching gone
what is considered garbage
is truely a tropey waiting to be worn
jeep
sitting there with dust gently lying upon you,
but yet your bright red color still stands out.
that red color is a bright pink shirt in a black shirted crowd.
Shovel
Used by hands of many
Getting rid of waste in the plenty
Does it want to be like a pawn though?
Like a lifeless, thought less pawn?
At Melissaaa, I really like the idea of the jeep standing out. Is the last sentence comparing the red jeep to a standout shirt in a crowd? I really like that metaphor. One thing you could change is instead of using, "you" you could use the word "it" of even "he" or "she."
The car.
Big and powerful
A horse of iron
Sleekly shaped
And when I sit behind the wheel,
I feel the power.
i kind of like this topic so im going to write another one!
Baseball Glove
Tattered and beaten
From years and years of use.
Bring a smile to a young childs face,
As he cathes his first ball.
Bringing so much joy then,
But what is it now?
Used to take up space in your cluttered garage,
No longer bringing joy,
And now bringing sorrow,
Of the days that used to be.
Wayyyyyyyyyyy too long!
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